Artist: Texas

Title: Tell me the Answer

Duration: 03'55"

Quarantine: 42 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false (-1)

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Role:

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

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Classification: 8B–8–93

Last play: 30/05/2019 at 03:22:26

I doesn't feel right
The lights are too bright
I'm feeling uptight in my sensual world
I need to be you
I need to breathe too
I need to see through life
With these sensitive words

I could blame it on you
I could blame it on my instincts
I could blame it on the train to the plane
The boat to the shore
So tell me what's the answer

No trouble in my face
There's not one anxious voice
You know I can't listen
I can't listen
You say that you are everything
Do you taste good
So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

No air around me
I need to feel free
I'm private property
In my sensual world
No indecisions
I have a vision
There's no collision there
With these sensitive words

I could blame it on you
I could blame it on my instincts
I could blame it on the train to the plane
The boat to the shore
So tell me what's the answer

No trouble in my face
There's not one anxious voice
You know I can't listen
I can't listen
You say that you are everything
Do you taste good
So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

No trouble in my face
There's not one anxious voice
You know I can't listen
I can't listen
You say that you are everything
Do you taste good
So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

No trouble in my face
There's not one anxious voice
You know I can't listen
I can't listen
You say that you are everything
Do you taste good
So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

All from too much choice yeh yeh

I could blame it on the train to the plane
The boat to the shore
So tell me what's the answer

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Artist: Texas

Title: Guitar Song

Duration: 03'56"

Quarantine: 42 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false (-1)

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Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Year:

Classification: 8B–4–87

Last play: 30/04/2019 at 15:24:26

I feel bad and beautiful, in all the strangest places
You feel good, your sweet taste, the weather's
Changing as I look at your face
Falling, fall to the floor, falling, you know we can
Haven't had a dream in such a long time now
It's raining here and all the leaves are on the ground
But I'm safe and warm, outside it's cold and grey
That's my guitar and I will play for you all day

So many songs, in my mind
Maybe that's cause I've drunk so much wine
There's lights in your eyes
But out the window, it's gone dark outside

Falling, fall to the floor, falling, you know we can

Haven't had a dream in a such a long time now
It's raining here and all the leaves are on the ground
But I'm safe and warm, outside it's cold and grey
That's my guitar and I will play for you all day
Haven't had a dream in a such a long time now
It's raining here and all the leaves are on the ground
But I'm safe and warm, outside it's cold and grey
That's my guitar and I will play for you all day

It'll be alright, if you stay tonight
Haven't had a dream in a such a long time now
It's raining here and all the leaves are on the ground
But I'm safe and warm, outside it's cold and grey
That's my guitar and I will play for you all day

Artist: Texas

Title: It Was up to You

Duration: 03'25"

Quarantine: 42 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false (-1)

Lang: en

Role:

Likes: 1; Dislikes: 0

Year:

Classification: 8A–5–100

Last play: 24/04/2019 at 02:38:27